Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.